Looking at Daredevil in a dark red leather jacket sitting next to him in a daze, Imil then came to his senses again. He looked at Daredevil in a little awe and said, "Ye...Daredevil? How should I call you?"

Daredevil reached out to grop on Imir's chest and laughed: "Are you a Columbia University student?"

Columbia University, its full name is Columbia University in New York City. It is a private research university located in New York City, USA and one of the Ivy League schools.

Imil, who was a little stunned, was awakened by the voice of Daredevil. He blurted out naturally: "Yes, sir, I am a student of the United Theological Seminary affiliated to Columbia University. Currently, I am studying classical literature, linguistics, history and theology."

Daredevil nodded, with a little appreciation in his godless eyes: "It's very good, learn more!"

Imil heard what was included in Daredevil's tone, like some kind of remembrance and the past, and he was puzzled: "How did you know I was studying at Columbia University?"

Daredevil let go of the clothes he was groping and pointed to the place on the chest of the clothes embroidered with the ground emblem: "Columbia University was founded in 1754 and was called "King's College" at that time. This is its school emblem. In the middle of the shield-shaped school emblem, there are three crowns inlaid with crosses on the crown. This is because the Anglican Church in England was Christian and the king was also the leader of the Anglican Church."

So that's the case, Imil looked down at himself.

Only then did he realize that the clothes he was wearing, although they looked just an ordinary light blue sportswear, were marked with the letters "COLUMBIA" on the sportswear. Then, under this line of English, the Columbia University badge that Daredevil just touched.

Columbia University is indeed the most prestigious institution of higher education in the world and one of the Ivy League universities in the United States. However, Imil didn't think that a blind man like Daredevil could recognize its school badge by just fumbled with his hands.

There are too many famous schools in this world, and there are many famous schools in New York City. Daredevil has no reason to memorize the logos of these famous schools one by one, right?

Perhaps feeling the doubt in Emire's heart, Daredevil stood up, and he took off his mask and showed an ordinary face. He smiled and stretched out his hand: "So, let's get to know him formally. I am Matt Murdoch, a Ph.D. in Law at Columbia University. Now I am a lawyer in New York City and your senior alumni."

Imil was stunned. He knew that he had come to a world with superheroes, but he never thought that superheroes were so close to him.

He stretched out his hand in a daze, held it with Daredevil, and introduced himself: "Imil Freddy Longinus, I'm very happy to know you..."

Daredevil said with some displeasure: "Don't say 'you', you can call me Matt."

"Oh, oh, OK, Mr. Matt..."

Although Imil was just right when dealing with Old Babu, it was because he was tempted by the resentment hidden in his heart. Moreover, from his subconscious, he still separated himself from the people in this world.

To put it bluntly, he didn't realize that this world actually exists. The people and things that Emier came into contact with were not simply a passerby in movies and comics, but each had its own background.

After witnessing the cruel death of Old Babu, Imil put himself in the right position. Just now, he used a very cruel method to kill a living person.

Imil's mind was very confused. The only thing he could ask for advice now was the alumni standing in front of him, Matt, a senior who graduated from Columbia University.

He spoke hesitantly: "Mr. Matt, I..."

When the words came to his mouth, Emire swallowed it back. He was not sure how Matt would react to his behavior. However, Matt was obviously not frightened by Old Babu's death. He was originally a blind man.

What's more, in the dictionary of Daredevil, there has never been a meaning of being rude. I don't know how many more bad people who died under Matt's men would have to spend than Emire.

Compared to the dead old Babu, Matt paid more attention to Imir's heart at this moment.

Although it was too late for him to arrive in the apartment, Matt could still feel the yin force that was emitting from time to time on the boy. This was a negative energy full of vicious resentment. Although it had become very weak under Imir's restraint, he still could not hide the feeling of Matt's superman.

Matt smiled warmly, and he asked Imil, "Is this person a bad person? Are you a bad person?"

Old Babu is naturally a bad guy, but Imir, who just killed someone, has no face to say that he is a good person.

Matt changed back to his normal dress, put on his suit and sunglasses. If someone who didn't know missed him on the street, it would be hard to imagine that he was active in this sin-filled and dark Hell kitchen - Daredevil.

He reached out his hand and walked out of the corridor, out of the apartment, and said, "You might think you did something evil, did you?"

Imil didn't know what Matt said, so he explained, "I don't know what kind of person Old Babu is, but he insulted my sister Kathlin. I couldn't help but kill him for a while."

Is it really a mistake? Actually, it may not be possible, but Matt did not mean to go into it. He nodded and said, "Let me do this, I'll tell you a story. I wonder if you have the patience to listen?"

Of course Imil would not refuse. Matt frowned and recalled as he walked forward: "Imil, like you, I grew up in this hell kitchen. I am most familiar with every plant here. Politicians and builders now call it Clinton or Manhattan, but each area actually has its own soul, and this soul will not be changed by simply changing the name of the area."

Perhaps because they also attended Columbia University, the students of this school have always been known for their strong atmosphere of loving knowledge. Typical Columbia University students should be born as weak, wise, and passionate intellectuals.

Such people may be respected for their knowledge if they are in other neighborhoods in New York City, or at least respected. However, this is not here, this is Hell's Kitchen on the West Coast of Manhattan Island.

If you want to survive here, knowledge will not help you too much. Matt was the same when he was a child. He was thin and bullied. His childhood memories were filled with the power of the strong boys.
Chapter completed!